Тексты песен Tim O'brien

Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still In a lonely spot near where I was killed By a red man defending his native land In the place that they call Little Big Horn And I swear I did not see the iron

Up on the high road lookin' down Thinking how you let me down And deep in my heart I hear the sound Of the song that carried me away We would come here years ago And the stars would shine and the wind